A month and a half later, my marathon date finally arrived. I had been training for it for almost a year and a half and couldn’t wait to finally accomplish my goal. I had dropped an amazing amount of weight and was in the best cardiovascular shape of my life. Courtney and I drove to the race at 6:00am and I knew her face would be a welcome site when I finished 26.2 miles.

The race started well and my goal of just finishing was outdone by my competitive spirit. I felt surprisingly great and after running just 3 miles with the 4 hour group, I decided to pick up the pace. I got into a great rhythm and seemed to be passing runners constantly. At mile 20 I was running with the 3 hour group. I could hardly believe it myself but the clock didn’t lie. Unfortunately, I began to fade over the last few miles and the craziness of finishing at 3 hours was gone. I did see the finish ahead eventually and picked up the pace a bit to finish at 3:09:36.

After receiving my finishers medal and posing for a picture, I desperately sought out my wife. She was wearing a black track suit which made finding her hard, but she was wearing a pink hat and I looked for that. Finally, I spotted Courtney and I walked up to her. Running always puts me in a Zen like mood and seeing her only magnified it. Courtney soon spotted me and kind of trotted up to me. We hugged and my wife grabbed me tightly. Courtney felt solid as a rock and she leaned back a bit and seemed to easily lift me off the ground. “I’m so proud of you.” She said several times as she still held me with my feet slightly off of the ground. Of course we kissed for a few more seconds and she put me down.

We were both really excited about my finish. As we walked back to the car, I filled her in on all the ups and downs of my run; where I felt good, where I began to tire and how awesome I felt in finally accomplishing this goal. On the drive home I gushed with enthusiasm and Courtney could really sense my joy. We were both almost giddy driving home and the long drive seemed to be over in just minutes.

Once we got home, I got out of the car and immediately seized up. My legs were really sore and my back was tight. I asked Courtney to crack my back to relieve some of the back discomfort. Normally, I would lay face first on the ground and have her push on both sides of my spine. Instead, Courtney wanted to use the method I had used on her in the past. She had never been strong enough to lift me up before but we both knew she could probably do it now. I crossed my arms in front of me next to my chest. Courtney then stood behind me, got me in a bear hug and lifted me quickly off of the ground. My spine cracked immediately and the pressure was relieved.

Courtney put me down and said, “My turn!” I said, “OK” and had her turn around. She faced away from me and put her arms up against her chest. I grasped my arms around her and quickly tried to lift her up. I was surprised by her immense weight and on the first attempt failed to even lift her off the ground. I kind of laughed and told her I needed a better grip. This time, I re-gripped and held her as tight as possible. She felt like a damn rock so I actually held my breath and lifted with all my might. I also leaned back but still only managed to lift her an inch or two off the ground. Thinking of a quick excuse, I told her I was totally drained from the run and felt like a wet noodle. She bought it and we headed inside.

I knew the run had cost me a few pounds of water weight and I was curious to know where I was. I stripped down in the bathroom and stepped on the scale. Before the reading came up Courtney walked in and saw me standing there. She quickly marched over saying, “Let me see, let me see.” I glanced back down and the display read 148. I was down to 152 before the race so I had lost 4 more pounds during the run. Courtney also read the scale. She immediately got a puzzled look on her face and said, “Oh my God honey, I can’t believe you’re that light.” “Me neither.” I said, trying not to act embarrassed by her reaction.

Knowing my wife had weighed an impressive 148 pounds just two months before, I told her to get on the scale.
“No way honey, I’m too fat.” She said
“What?” I said, “your solid muscle babe.”
“Honey, I’ve been taking all those weight gain supplements and eating like a horse. Why do you think I’ve been wearing baggy clothes for the last month, No way!” Courtney replied.

We went back and forth like this for a couple minutes until I knew a bribe was necessary. Knowing how much she loved a foot massage, I figured I could get her.

“OK OK Court, if you let me weigh you, I’ll give you a 20 minute foot massage right now.” I said
“30 minutes” she replied.
“OK” I said.
“For a week” she shot back.
“arrrrrrr! Alright!” I said, “Now get on the damn scale”.

Courtney slipped off her shoes but kept her warm-ups on and stepped on the scale.

“I hope you don’t break it” I said jokingly.
C just gave me a smart ass look and said, “Well Dear, I haven’t weighed myself in four weeks so I’m a little scared…you read it.”

She looked away as I peered down at the scale. A few seconds later, the display read 161 pounds.

“ONE SIXTY ONE!” I blurted out in total disbelief.
“HOLY SHIT!” Courtney exclaimed as she looked down and read the scale for herself. “That must be wrong!”

We were both in a bit of shock so Courtney stepped off of the scale, reset it and stepped back on. I peered down at the display again figuring it would correct itself. It didn’t, and a few seconds later, it again read 161.

“13 pounds in 2 months,” I said, “that’s amazing.”
Courtney disagreed and said, “Ya, 13 pounds of fat.”
“Jesus Honey, at least 7 or 8 pounds of that has got to be solid muscle.” I said.
My wife just had a depressed look on her face and replied, “I doubt it.”
“Well, there’s one way to know for sure.” I said as I threw on some boxer shorts. “Follow me to the kitchen.”

My wife didn’t know what the hell I was up to but she questioningly followed me down the hall. Once in the kitchen, I pulled out a chair for her and then sat down opposite it and placed my arm on the table. She laughed and sat down too. Knowing we were about to arm wrestle again, she said, “What will this prove, it took me all of 10 seconds to beat you just two moths ago.” “I know”, I replied, “now we’ll see if you have gotten even stronger.”

My wife now realized the method to my madness and unzipped her warm up jacket. She pulled it off, and to my displeasure, she was wearing a baggy t-shirt. Even so, her forearm was exposed and as she put her arm on the table to grip my hand, its size became apparent. The definition she had just months earlier was gone, replaced by more muscle and a bit of fat. I felt her large forearm with my free hand and it was solid. “My God!” I said, “I can just feel the power.” She laughed and tensed it up for me. I felt it a bit longer and then told her to hold it straight out. As she did, I held my arm straight out right next to her. The difference was comical. We were both amazed by the difference and she said, “Wow honey, this is going to be easier.” Now I was a bit embarrassed and I pulled my arm back.

C put her arm back on the table and was ready to arm wrestle. I put my bare arm back on the table and we locked grips. Again, her grip was immense and she quickly crushed my hand in hers. The pain was terrible as my bones were being crushed together and I exclaimed, “Owwww!”. C released her grip and said, “Sorry Honey, I didn’t even think I was holding that tightly.” I told her it was OK and again put my arm on the table.

We again locked grips and were about to start the match. Just so we could get a good measure of her strength, I told her she had to try as hard as she could. She agreed and we had a mini stare down. I tensed my arm with every ounce of strength I had and said, “Ready…Set…Go!”

WHAM!!!

Courtney slammed my hand into the table so fast and so hard, it felt like I punched a brick wall.

“HOLY FUCK!” I screamed. “My God you’re Strong!”
“Did you even try???” she said.
“Yea I tried…as hard as I could.” I replied
With that, C kind of sat back in her chair, staring at me and shaking her head and said, “Well, either I got really strong, or you got really weak.”
“Hey,” I said “I didn’t get any weaker than I was several weeks ago. And I’m not the one who’s been lifting weights like mad, taking supplements in bulk and eating like crazy either.”
“Hold still” I said, as I ran down the hall.

I walked back into the kitchen with the fabric tape measure in hand. She knew what I was up to and held out her arm. I quickly wrapped the tape around her forearm. She tensed it up and the measure read 12 ¾”. It seemed frickin’ huge. Next, I pulled her shirt sleeve back to expose her new larger biceps. Courtney got a big smile on her face and said, “Measure this bad boy” as she flexed it. As I tried to pull the tape together she unflexed her arm and then flexed it again and again. It kept pulling the tape out of my hand and she started laughing hysterically. I would have laughed too but I was in total awe of it’s size and was basically speechless. It was large and rounded and I quickly realized why I had lost the arm wrestling match so fast. Finally she held it flexed for me and I got a reading. Her right biceps measured 14 ¼”.

I looked down at my arm and immediately realized she was MUCH larger than me. Right then, Courtney whipped the tape out of my hand grabbed my left biceps and said, “let’s measure those scrawny little things while were at it.” I held out my arm and she tensed up my forearm. There was no change in it’s size and I felt insecure immediately. Courtney pulled the tape tight and we looked at the reading…it was just over 10”. She just shook her head in disbelief and put the tape around my arm. I was flexing it hard but there just wasn’t a lot there to flex. C put the tape around it and read off 12”.

“Wow!” my wife said, “my forearm is bigger than your biceps.”

At that moment, this weird sense of power and confidence glazed over my wife’s face. She peered at me with a rye smile and eyes I had never seen before. I immediately felt overwhelmed in her presence, almost nervous.

With a new tone of voice and outwardly force, Courtney said, “Sit back down.” Without any delay or questioning thought, I sat back down at the table. She placed her arm on the table in front of me and said, “This time, use both arms.” Again, without any question or word, I grabbed her hand using both arms. Courtney then said, “Ready…Set…Go!” With all my might, I forced her arm back about three or four inches. She was also pushing hard and her forearm and biceps muscles tensed greatly. We were stalemated there for three to four seconds before my arms started to weaken. Courtney slowly began to gain back her lost ground and in a couple seconds we were again even at the top. I looked at my wife and slowly her grimace turned into a wide smile as she forced both my arms and essentially my whole body down on the table.

Instead of gloating in her amazing victory, my wife calmly grabbed my hand and led me back to the bedroom. Once there, without a word, she turned me to face her and gently pushed me back. I kind of sat on the edge of the bad as she stood in front of me. Courtney then slowly pulled down her warm up pants and stepped out of them. It exposed her amazing lush quads which had grown full like her biceps with her intense training. I couldn’t believe their immense size either and I just wanted to pour BBQ sauce on her legs and lick them all night long.

Courtney then pulled off her Victoria’s Secret Pink panties. I crab crawled to the center of the bad and my wife slowly crawled on top of me. As she began to ride me, first very slowly and then with a bit more pace; I couldn’t help but to constantly massage her beautifully massive thighs. Their size and power was overwhelming and I think I blew a few blood vessels just thinking about them. Finally, Courtney began to get hot and so, pulled off her t-shirt. It exposed her beautiful biceps which were connected to her now more buff, round shoulders and amazing traps. Even her neck was more full and muscular. I was immensely turned on by every inch of her skin. There wasn’t one thing about her that I didn’t thoroughly enjoy.

Courtney rode me hard and fast and I had already climaxed twice. She was relentless though, and I was so incredibly turned on by the sweat now glistening on her beautiful chest and tits that I was still hard as a rock. My wife finally was ready to burst and she picked up the pace greatly. She began to grown in ecstasy and I felt her warm moist juices flow onto me. With that, Courtney leaned in a kissed me gently and then lay limp on top of me. Our hot, moist bodies were on fire and her weight on top of me was unbelievably heavy. We breathed deeply for several minutes and then C finally rolled off to my side.

My wife got up and got into the shower. I followed her in and began to lather up her amazingly buff muscles. I started at her neck and worked down her arms and back. Courtney’s ass was also noticeably larger and I must have caressed it for five minutes straight. Finally I soaped up and massaged her fully buff quads and calf muscles. We hadn’t uttered a word but eventually toweled off and laid back down on the bed. We were both tired from the days events and calmly and quietly fell asleep in each others arms.